Monday, March 10, 2014

One glass of wine for me and my face goes puce. So I don't really drink, as puce isn't the look I'm going for. And after talking about it with Joanne recently, she said the same thing happens to her, so if we are to have a glass of vino, you best be sure it's going to be in a place that has ambient lighting so one cannot see how red we are.

Some of us are more prone to redness and the Rosaliac range La Roche-Posay has products to help us deal with it, the newest being the Rosaliac CC Cream.

The Rosaliac CC Cream promises to cover redness and correct flaws. Don't mind if I do. Because sun exposure is the highest aggravating factor when it comes to redness in the skin, they've put in a very respectable SPF30 in it, so no excuses when it comes to protecting your skin from the sun. It evens out skin tone, gives slightly more coverage than a tinted moisturiser, feels lightweight on the skin yet hydrates the skin for up to 12 hours and is suitable for sensitive skin.

We've teamed up with La Roche-Posay and have two hampers worth €150 each up for grabs! Each hamper will contain the full Rosaliac range and some bestsellers for face and body.

So what do you need to do to be in with a chance of winning one of the hampers? Well, we want you to tell us your most embarrassing/funny story that left you red faced! Did you see what we did there?

Picture this. It was a hot, sunny afternoon. I was finished work and it was back in the day where I used to work until 2pm, so I had the entire rest of the day to relax in the garden and enjoy myself. I'd gotten off the train and had my iPod on, listening to some happy, upbeat music super loud, because it was a good day. I was strutting through the village, delighted with life and also delighted with myself that I hadn't fallen so far that day. That's another story. I crossed the road at the busy intersection and then looked down towards my cross body handbag to get out my lip balm. I saw something. Something bad. Everything went into slow motion. My eyes widened as I realised that the shirt I was wearing had unbuttoned itself. Down to my belly button.... FML... RIP.... I said all the curse words I knew and couldn't button the stupid thing back up quickly enough. Needless to say, that shirt was thrown out that evening. I still think of that day every time I'm walking through the village so as well as leaving me red faced, it's left me mentally and emotionally scarred!

So tell us your embarrassing stories in the comments and make me feel less morto than I already am just having typed that out. You must be a resident of Ireland and make sure to leave your email address in the comment too so we can contact you if you're a winner! The competition is open until midnight, Saturday the 29th of March, so lots of time to get your entries in!
Make us snort, make us laugh and make us go red in the face reading your story!

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The most embarrassing thing that ever happened to me was when my flatmate was in her cups (I may or may not have been also). Psycho Boyf and I were back together at the time and he was living at our place. Ex-boyf came round for a visit. Quoth Sara 'Wow, Fe, which on are you shagging tonight? Ah, never mind, I'll just wait and see which one comes out of your room wearing the lava lava in the morning, it's the only way anyone can keep track with you three' in front of two people who HAD NEVER MET ME BEFORE. Then she wrinkles up her brow 'You don't have TWO lava lavas, do you?'. The three very red faces caused serious danger to air traffic for about an hour there after.... tamarabatrachel@gmail.com

One of the funniest most embarrassing moments happened many few years ago when we were on a family holiday. I was with my mum and we were shopping in the local store (which shall remain nameless!). Mum had a load of reduced price items in her trolley and when she got to the checkout, one of the items had the price sticker missing. I will never forget how embarrassed the 2 of us were when the girl at the checkout got on the intercom and shouted the checker got on the intercom and shouted at the top of her voice “Can we do a price check on aisle 4, tampax, supersize”. But it got worse, somebody at the back of the shop thought the girl said “thumbtacks” not “tampax” and shouted back “ which type do you need, the ones you push in with your hand or the ones that need a hammer?" Oh my god, the 2 of us just died there and then! My email is emer.breen@zurich.com x

I was about 16 and on hols in Kerry with my family and was deeply in love with a boy from Dub who was staying there too even though I had actually never spoken to him..There was an outdoor pool and I would get changed into my togs under my clothes in the hotel bedroom and walk out to the pool.My mum was sitting on the deck reading the paper. There were a few other teenagers swimming including the Dub. Anyhow I stripped off my clothes and walked over to the side of the pool.I could see my mother looking at me with deep sympathy and I looked down and I had only gone and left my white knickers on over my black togs . The Dub laughed. I died.

I was a student at the time, in the winter rain, standing at a bus stop in Dublin city centre in the evening rush hour. My tights started to ladder - not an up/down ladder but the ones that go right around. Round it went & eventually the left leg of my tights fell down around my ankles. Mortified and apologising to the others in the bus queue, I slipped of my shoes, did a little shimmy & slipped out of the tights altogether & popped them in the litter bin. Lo & behold my 'audience' started to clap & cheer! Desperately embarrassed but actually felt quite chuffed & smiled all the way home!

I'd almost forgotten this incident until I read your experience. I was mooching around the shops in Galway one day and Dunnes Stores was particularly packed a lot of shuffling sideways through the rails! I left Dunnes and I did notice that I was getting a couple of looks as I walked down shop street but thought it was just my fabulousness (NOT). Any way I was walking around the city centre for at least 15 minutes when I realised that I must have inadvertently brushed off a bra and knickers set in Dunnes which snagged my jumper and decided to go on a little trip with me!! I wouldn't mind it wasn't even a nice set!! for shame when I discovered it I threw it in the nearest bin and took off as fast as my feet could carry me!!!

All the Le Roche Posey in the world couldn't have cured my colour that day!!

can't believe I am putting this out there.... gonna make it quick. It involved a first holiday with my boyfriend, a bit of embarrassment over going to the loo which resulted in holding onto it for a few days before I managed to persuade him to nip off to the shops. Cue explosion and complete blockage of toilet!!!! Tried unsuccessfully to fix it myself when he arrives back (I am blushing right now thinking about it) Lots of laughter later, he sorts it and goes off to the pool, whereby i manage to repeat the whole situation over again!!! Absolutely Scarleh

I have two and I don't know which to tell, but i'll settle for my honeymoon story. me and the hubby were in Turkey and we had gone on a jeep safari, we stopped at this little mill, where they ground flour etc and there was a fabulous open fire pizza oven, and when they put samples on the table we helped ourselves and it was gorgeous, only to realise 10 minutes later when the couple who were with us went to pay that our samples weren't samples at all we had just helped ourselves to their lunch!!! I swear I wanted the ground to swallow me whole. kphayes2@eircom.net

Not one of my proudest moments, it was many years ago and I was very young. Okay so it was our work Christmas party, I hadn’t been in the job long and didn’t really know people that well. I got absolutely hammered so much so that I question if anything was slipped into my drink (honestly) As nobody knew where I lived one of my colleagues decided to be a gentleman and bring me home to his house. I got up during the night to find a toilet and decided his Mother’s room was a good place to go (oh the shame). She woke up and I ran out of the room. Next morning I was first awake and decided I needed to get out of there. I ran out the door without my bag. I was walking through the estate when a man stopped and asked if I was okay. He ended up bringing me to a taxi rank and giving me 20 quid for a taxi home (bless him). Anyway arrived home safely and when getting out of the taxi the taximan called after me that I had forgotten my book?? I had taken George Best’s authobiography with me (I don’t know??) I had kind of started to sober myself up at this stage and noticed I was wearing a pair of tracksuit bottoms and a jacket that I obviously didn’t own. I was also wrapped up in a blanket. No wonder that man stopped for me!! Needless to say I learned a very valuable lesson that night. Oh and in case you’re wondering the guy that brought me home never even mentioned it to me, as in, didn’t even look at me or talk to me!! I didn’t work there that long. So there you have it the worst most embarrassing night of my life. I’m a much better member of society these days!! I never did get my bag either nor did I return the stuff I took!!

Im am probably the queen of embarassing moments :P One that I will never forget was a few years ago when I was in Amsterdam with friends. We had spent the day sightseeing and were on our way back to our hotel, we stopped at the edge of a road waiting to cross and I wasnt paying attention. One of my friends nudged my back and I took it as a sign it was okay to cross (I was wrong) In about 2 seconds a cyclist slammed into be and knocked me back a few feet but as I fell I saw him flip over the handlebars of his bike onto the ground! He got up and started screaming at me and I had no response eventually he cycled off and I was left there mortified! Thankfully neither of us were hurt and we headed back to hotel, that night at dinner was a big table of lads sitting across from us and we noticed they were roaring laughing at something, all I heard was the end of the conversation "...i couldnt stop laughing at that girl getting knocked down by the bike...hilarious"Safe to say I turned bright red and slid a little further down in my seat! They still wont let me forget it and every night out theres always someone who says "Remember that time you got knocked down by a bike?" Atleast I can laugh about it now :)amy-marie-j@hotmail.com

This one is a doozie. It was English class, and once a week we have a class where we just read whatever novel we're currently reading. Silently. It was quite warm and I was absolutely knackered, and I ended up dozing off. I sleepwalk and talk and cry. I sleepwalked over to the bookshelf and started pulling books off, crying that "I need to find it!" bit more than morto for 15 year old Zoe, awks.

Oh dear I will finally tell this one. A long long time ago there I was strutting my stuff in Leeson Street with my girl friends where I met this dashing young medical student. As a good moralist girl I did not misbehave (too much!) but yes there was a bit of a smooch. We organised to meet for lunch the following week - oh no!! I stood him up!!! How mean and cruel is that? Well years later there I was in the throws of labour with my first child, husband by side, me moaning and groaning for pain relief. Well, a while later, in walked the pain relief!!! There he was standing before me - Mr. Leeson Street Smooch!!! Yes, I was in serious pain but that did not stop the mortification!!!

The other day I insisted on paying for lunch for a friend who need cheering up .Searching in my hand bag when the bill came I realised I had left my wallet on the kitchen table at home. My poor friend ended up pay in for both of us. I went red from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. My friend tried to spare my blushes by saying she had a good laugh though. michelemaria101@gmail.com

So back in the day, on a hectic student night out, tired of the huge queue outside a happening Dublin hotspot, I spotted the boy I had my eye on at the front of the line, the only thing between meself and himself was a very manageable barrier...or so I thought!! I got one leg over and tried to elegantly jump off, when i was turned upside down and a loud rrrrriiiiippppp sounded out, my jeans had gotten caught and left me hanging upside down on the barrier with my knickers on show, said boy unhooked an extremly red faced me :-) gabby1@eircom.net

Im so gullible on trying out new beauty treatments that I would probably try anything.. well was on a flight once engrossed in a beauty magazine and read about how celebrities use coffee to get rid of cellulite. So on way to hotel i stopped off an bought a jar of coffee. Got into hotel, ran a nice bath and lit a few candles. I stripped off to my underwear and took out the jar of coffee and tackled my terrible thighs. i then poured a glass of wine and kept rubbing the coffee all over my legs. my phone went and I chatted to a mate while i got too friendly with the coffee and I had it now spread all over the body. after a bit i then remembered the bath was running so i ended the call and ran into the bathroom. to my shock the bath was overflowing and water was all on the floor.........BUT i ran to fast and slipped and went flying on the floor... cause i was covered in coffee and the water on the floor loved this........ there was brown mess everywhere..i slipped trying to get up and splashed the awful watery coffee all over the walls and sink and everything else in the bathroom... i used all the clean towels to try and dry it all up but had to wait til the next morning for the cleaning trolley outside my door to get more towels and to hide all the stained ones.... I'm sure the cleaning staff were confused where all the brown towels had come from but once they came into my bathroom i'm sure they worked it out.........did this treatment work....NO

So many stories...... Years ago I was on the bus to school, bag was laid down with books for all subjects and ingredients for home economics. I was sitting in at the window and I had it up on the seat beside me and I was rooting in it for something. The bus turned a corner and the bag fell off the seat and down the stairs thump, thump, thump the whole way down. I had to leg it down to pick up the bag and got several looks from the people standing below. Got back upstairs and my sister was sitting there wondering what had happened until she saw the bag and ended up in stitches laughing at me along with several other commuters. Another time we were in disney land in Paris. We went to a buffet to fill up for lunch, decided we didn't want to be wasting precious time in the parks eating so we got a few buns and wrapped them up in tissue paper and shoved them in the handbag. Well..... Pluto decided to come over for a photograph, and for a giant dog he was very insistent. I ended up having to take out my camera, which at this stage was in the bottom of the bag with food parcels on top. There was no other way but to take out the food parcels also. The mortification of it all. Still have the photos somewhere. Last year for my birthday my other half brought me to a lovely afternoon tea. We left the fancy establishment and were strolling back towards Stephens Green. When I was stopped by a girl who told me my dress had gotten caught up in my bag. I was mortified, not only had I giant pants on and tights.... I also had a second pair of pants on because the crotch of the tights kept falling down. I was so thankful to that girl and my other half got the silent treatment for not spotting it sooner. He now does a dress check when we are out! sherwia@tcd.ie

my husband and his friend went to a pub once. there was Garda smelling peoples drinks (looking for spirits in young people drinks) and our friend who was Polish says quite laudly" why this cop is smelling his cock?" (he ment coca cola) sudden silence estabilished in the pub then everyone bursted in laughter the Gard left the pub. and our friend didn't know what just happened. tygrynio71@gmail.com

Years ago in school suffering teenage angst I refused to participate in the dreaded PE Class (I wasnt exactly the sporty type at the time). It was sunny so the class was outdoors. After getting an earful from the teacher I stormed off away from the class and sat under a tree. After getting a few funny whiffs I stood up and quickly realised I'd sat in a heap of dog poo! It gave the walk of shame a new meaning. I could have done with some La Roche Posey anti-redness cream along with some eau de parfum at the time. After that I let my teenage stroppiness take a back seat in school.Mairenichinneide2@gmail.com

My story is pretty similar to yours Karen! I was on my way home from work last summer when i popped into Fallon and Byrnes to pick up some chocolate. I squatted down to the bottom shelf and heard a weird sound, looked around and saw nothing weird so kept on going! Got back outside and started my walk home, bouncing along to music! I noticed my bum was a bit cold but blamed the skinny jeans and wind having not worn a coat because it was sunny there was nothing I could do about it. It was only when I got home that I realised the weird sound in the shop was my arse causing a massive rip right down the middle of the bum of my jeans..... Lovely red thong and red arse showing out through the hole for my entire 20 minute walk I'd say.... Felt liking burning the bloody jeans there and then! email - edel.m.hennessy@gmail.com

My most embarrassing moment was when I was in 5th year. The mock exams for the Leaving and Junior Cert students were on and for the duration of the mocks there were always room changes for the rest of the year groups. I normally had maths first thing on a wednesday morning in room 7 but because of room changes it was moved to room 16. I had been late in on this particular morning as i had a dentist appointment so first class was already half way over by the time i arrived in to school. I proceeded to room 16 for maths as this was the second week of room changes so i remembered i was to go to room 16. After having a tooth pulled I walked straight in to room 16 with my head down and just muttured 'Sorry Miss I had a dentist appointment this morning but I signed in at the front desk'. Then I sat down in the empty desk at the top of the classroom and began taking out my books and it wasnt until I was settled and I popped my glasses on and I looked at to the teacher at the top of the classroom I realised that it wasnt Ms. Malone looking back at me. And when I looked around the classroom, it wasnt my usual classmates looking back at me either. The teacher who was a substitute then said quietly 'emm, Ms. Malone asked me to switch rooms with her this morning, she's in room 2. She wanted to use the dvd player.' I was gone as red has a tomato at this stage! A wave of laughter began spreading around the room and I had to stand there listening to them while I packed my stuff away. And to make matters worse when I did eventually find my maths class, settle and had taken out my books again, I realised that because I was in such a rush to get the hell out of room 16 and away from the laughter, I had left my school diary and my pencil case behind me. So I had to go back up to the classroom of fits and giggles to get my stuff back. And when I did go back to get my stuff as soon as I opened the door one student shouted 'Did ya get lost again? Schools not that big like!' And there was another wave of laughter washing over me like a 100ft wave. I got out ass quick as I could even though I wanted the ground to swallow me whole. Safe to say that was one day where I had a seriously embarrassing start to my day.

My Most Embarrassing Moment was one day a few years ago, I was at a bus stop on the way home from work. I had my earphones in and was listening to my music quite loudly, all grand. Suddenly I had the urge to fart and couldn't stop it. I'm sorry, but needs must, had to be done. Because I was listening to my music and couldn't hear anybody else, I got it into my head that THEY couldn't hear ME either. So I let rip with this massive loud fart, thinking that I'd gotten away with it. It was only when I glanced up to see the ENTIRE BUSSTOP staring at me in horror that I realised that actually, of course, they COULD hear me and I had just unashamedly let rip in front of everyone. Seconds after that realisation, the smell hit me. It was at that moment that the bus arrived and every single person at the bus stop was getting on my bus. When I got onto the bus, the only seat left was the foldy up one in the buggy area, which faces the rest of the bus. So I had to sit there, surrounded by the smell of my own fart which was still lingering, facing dozens of pairs of accusing and frankly, disgusted, eyes. I've never been so scarlet in all my life. Still am, thinking about it!

Second place to that story is the time I was in Liffey Valley quite recently with my husband. We were walking along not really minding where we were going, when I accidentally stood on the back of an elderly lady's heel. She stumbled and I stopped, mortified, to apologise to her. But, as I apologised I kind of threw my hand up to my mouth saying 'Oh Jesus, I'm sorry' and accidentally clocked her one in the face! SO in the space of about four seconds, I kicked her in the ankle and slapped her in the face. I didn't know what to say so I just kept saying 'Oh Jesus, oh Jesus' until she walked away. I tried to run after her to apologise again, but my husband held me back. 'Come on now,' sez he 'you've done enough.' That poor old woman!

I have really sensitive skin and had acne when I was young. I had been in town and got my make up done at a really fancy make up counter and was quite proud of the way I looked. When I got on the bus going home, I saw a guy I really fancied. As I had my make up done, I felt really good about myself and flirted away with him. He normally chatted to me but this time looked embarrassed. When I got home and looked in the mirror, I had had a reaction to the makeup and my face looked like a beetroot. No wonder the poor guy was looking embarrassed to be seen with me.

Two guys were checking the betting list for over the heaping plate of Irish breakfast in the restaurant where I work. They hardly looked up for the entire half an hour. Eventually, they filled in the tickets for bookies and finished their meal and came up to the counter to pay. Always eager to engage in a conversation I asked merrily: "Any tips for me, lads?" One of them gave me a disgusted glance and replied: "Give me a chance there, will ya?"My face turned crimson over the 'misunderstanding' ......

my most embarrassing moment, was really an entire night, was on my first date with my now husband. firstly I drank something that didn't agree with me ( couldn't have been the pint of vodka and red bull nope nope!) and ended up being sick in the toilets, he looked after me all the same bless him. then on the walk to the chipper we ran into my ex which made me bawl my eyes out for some reason, once again he had to look after me! not sure why hes still with me, I woke up the next day in his house and lets just say when the memories came back I was red as a tomato!

Mine is both embarrassing and down right stupid...i worked in an open office. I was making calls to get candidates in for interview. I was speaking to one particular lady and said to her 'i understand if you cant talk, but just nod if you make the interview' even after the roar of the entire office floor..it took me a few secs to realise....bloody fool 😩

I've been trying all morning to post this from my phone & finally given up and moved to a computer so apologies if it shows up like 7 times. I was walking back to work after lunch one day when right outside my office I caught the pointy toe of my boot in the end of my trousers, catapulted arse over tit and landed flat out on my face on the footpath with skinned knees & hands. Two old dears came over to see if I was ok. I was mortified and jumped up as quick as I could & ran in the door of the office, to find the entire office bent double breaking their holes laughing at me, having seen the whole thing through the window.

Last summer I had a part timejob working in a hospital, every morning I had to cross a really busy street to get into the hospital. One morning when I was late I had to run to try and make the green man, as I got about half way across the street my shoe got caught in a little dip in the road and I fell face down on my hands and knees infront of about ten other people crossing with me and about 8 lanes of traffic on all sides. There was the expected gasps from people around me and someone helped me up asking if I was alright, as I stood up saying I was fine I heard a noise and I realised that almost all the people stopped at the traffic lights in their cars were breaking their asses laughing at me. I turned bright red and practically ran the rest of the way into work. It wasnt until I got into the hospital that I felt the pain and when I got into work I realised I was limping. I got sent straight down to a&e for an x-ray. The doctor who came into see me took one look at me and said " I had a feeling you'd be making an appearance at some point... that was some hopper you took!". I promptly turned a very very deep shade of red, it didnt help that I had to explain to another doctor who walked in two minutes later how I hurt my foot while the other doctor tried not to burst out laughing while I recalled the mortifying event! Turns out I chipped a bone in my foot and didnt get one bit of sympathy for it because everyone I told were too busy laughing at me, I did however get a few days off which helped me recover from the embarrassment! :)eiregirl149@hotmail.com

My story comes from a skiing holiday many years ago, my sister Mary, a friend Noreen & myself went skiing to Slovenia -a most beautiful place. The resort we went to was Vogel and we had this instructor who was in his late teens broken English and who limited his conversation to 'the weather'.'Is gud today.' 'Is nice, is sun.' He really cracked us up on a very foggy day when he said 'Today is foc'.Anyway, that particular year there was a lot of ice on the high slopes & one morning he took us up to the top of the mountain, we came off the chairlift & queued behind a primary school class to line up for our descent.With all the ice I was getting it very hard to controll my skis- suddenly, and in slow motion, I moved forward til I was right behind the line of children, unfortunately, I didn't stop there, I put both arms out and caught a boy on either side of me( hoping that they could stop me : DOH!) I simply ploughed through them, knocked them and they started sliding down the mountain.I changed direction and slid straight down the slope- our instructor was directly in my path- one ski went either side of his left leg, crossed over at the front & I came to a halt on my ass, wrapped around his leg and holding onto his knee- I swear I didn't go any higher! While all this was happeniing, my 2 companions were snorting with laughter and disbelief, and as happens when abroad we launched into the mother tongue, so as I used the wee boys as bowling pins, I was saying ' Oh ta me ag dul go dti an leictreas- ANOIS. When I stopped moving forward and caught my instructor by the knee.....He looked down and said 'You will come up now'. Well, red in the face as I was at that stage and laughing so hard, I was so afraid of going out of control again that I chose to stay where I was. I ended up having to take off my skis and crawling up his side- stuck to him like a limpet. All dignity had left me and self preservation had kicked in. I'm blushing again as I think about it, & my mother always told me that I'd grow out of blushing when I left my teens- Ha-Ha-Ha!